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I’m sorry it has taken me so long to finish documenting the awesomeness that was CS II; oh well, better late than never :)

Four days into our amazing adventure and more people have started showing signs of a sore throat and a runny nose. I managed to procure some meds and was determined to tough it our despite the fact that my body desperately craved detox and rest. Lectures finished early and we were given the afternoon to ourselves. What a treat!

Seeing as it was a ‘sport’ themed day, two lovely ladies from the Cape Town office (Jess and Natalie) thought it would be rad to make us t-shirts. They ran the whole thing from start to finish; from buying and painting the shirts to handing them out at breakfast… Their efforts got them the Chairman’s Values award and it was absolutely well deserved. We got to piggy-back on their creativeness and looked dashing in our matching EY shirts ;)

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After lunch, everyone made their way to Fields of Legend, where the organisers have set up various activities, from obstacle courses to human foosball. Oh, and the winning team from the previous two days’ games got to go on a much desired helicopter flip. I was a little green with envy :p

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There was also a photobooth set up at the dinner venue. Being a sucker for poses, I just *had* to queue for the snap shots.

P.S. Did I mention I also went on a Big Five game drive? ;)

Day three started with a sore throat and a slight feeling of nausea. The situation was worsened by the fact that training began at 7:30am and ran until 7pm! You see, at home, I’m the kind of person who adheres to a strict “10 pm bedtime” rule; when I deviate from it two days in a row, my body departs from its normal course and starts behaving irrationally. Still, I managed to soldier on. In fact, my group (which we aptly named “Buckwild”) did so well in the day’s activities that we came in third. :D

Gladiators… Are you ready???!!!

Probably the most hilarious activity of them all. There was this one dude (whom shall not be named) that:

1) took forever to get on the thing, and

2) when he eventually steadied himself and took the first shot, he immediately lost his balance and fell flat on his face, without his opponent having to do anything at all.

Major fail. (Imagine Neville Longbottom being hit with the Stupify curse.)

Ewwww, sorry, I’m lactose intolerant.

This one was called “Disgusting Dunking”. Why? Because we had to dunk our heads in a bucket of SOUR MILK, grab an apple with our teeth then race to the other side and drop the apple in a bucket of flour.

Some girl dropped more than just her apple. She (apparently) also chundered right into the flour bucket. Nice. Luckily the race only required four brave volunteers, so I was spared from having to do any disgusting dunking. Whew!

Brains over Braun

I couldn’t remember what this game was called, but it was a mix of Tic-Tac-Toe and Checkers (I think?). The important thing to know is that my group won against our opponents. :P

Other activities for that day included paintball shooting, 30 Seconds, and soccer (which I totally sucked). We managed to finish all six, so it was definitely an improvement on the previous day.

Beautiful Decor

 

By the time dinner rolled around, I was feeling quite ill. I didn’t even change into my traditional outfit which I brought especially for this occasion. I wasn’t even in the mood for face painting :(

Nevertheless, I tried to enjoy the sheer beauty of the venue. And just when I thought the food couldn’t get any better, it did. It was probably the best night in terms of deliciousness, and I sampled as much of everything as I could stomach.

On top of the fantastic table display, the array of multi-coloured wonders, and copious amounts of scrumptious food, there were performances by traditional Africans which were simply amazing.

Poitjies

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An authentic, artistic, alluring, African

 

Day two started with an early 6am wake up call. Bianca and I leisurely made our way to the breakfast tent. I immediately began piling my plate with food: eggs, bacon, sausages, STEAK, grilled tomatoes, croissant, fruits… It’s funny how I would rather shift into a state of disutility than forgo the free food.

Training commenced at 8am sharp. I won’t bore you with the details but I just need to highlight a couple of things:

1. They put Akon’s “Oh Africa” song on loop; which, in my opinion, was not something that withstood repetition.

2. We received cute little invitations to the night’s function. (Aww) It was a key ring with a squishy hat attached that could be used as a stress-ball. I thought it was pretty cool.

After lunch, we were tasked with some team building exercises. The prize for the winning team was a helicopter flip, so the stakes were veritably high. My team’s coordination and communication were dreadful, and so we only managed to do half the activities. We still had immense fun though.

Wes on the bike – riding blind-folded was NOT easy. In fact, one couple actually flipped on theirs… luckily they weren’t seriously injured.

George loading the air rifle gun for our facilitator, Simon

Harder than it looks. There were teams spinning around in circles.

We didn’t get time to do the archery because my team decided to split up and “book” our spot – apparently that wasn’t allowed so another team came and took our place :(

The bucket challenge

Dinner that night was at the Shabeen. The decor was, once again, spectacular. The events planning company really out-done themselves.

A night of splendour, spontaneity, and surprise.

Delicious, decadent, delightful. Once again, I ate like a pig :/

The best thing about the Shabeen is that they are fully stocked on quartzes. Of course, some bright spark just had to suggest drinking from a wellington. The boot went around a fair bit before being discarded ;)

Right before core skills, I accidentally emailed everyone on the mailing list. So, the Bloem folks decided to have a bet to see who could find me first. There were only 3 Asian girls there so finding the right “Amy” wasn’t hard. At some point during the night, they all came up to me and asked for photos :p

We left at about midnight, got back to our rooms, and carried on drinking. By the time I crawled into bed, I was so exhausted that I immediately fell into a deep sleep.

(To be continued)

If you want to read about Day 1, click here: https://fearless714.wordpress.com/2012/06/02/core-skills-2/

Here’s the music video of the song we all grew to hate by the end of the week ;)

 

Every year, Ernst & Young brings together all the first year trainees from sub-Saharan Africa for a week of learning, partying and the making of unforgettable memories. It is the most anticipated event of the year with over 350 participants and 40 facilitators from over 10 African countries. Rumour has it that it cost EY millions to host this event and judging by the glamour, glory and grandeur of the week, I am not surprised. I have had the most amazing experience; it would be a crime not to share :)

I got the short stick of flying out at 5:45am on a chilly Sunday morning (while some of my colleagues flew on Saturday evening and stayed in a fancy hotel) – I was far too excited to be bogged down by the dreary travel arrangement. We were greeted by the breath-taking gates of Legend Golf & Safari Resort and had welcome drinks and a buffet lunch.

Entrance

How gorgeous is this view?

We were soon instructed to do a team building exercise where we had to find our group members and build a kaleidoscope. It was to help us “see the world differently” – a tad cheesy, but it was better than the clichéd: “Hi, my name is…”.

A picture is worth a thousand words. ’nuff said ;)

Dinner, Drinking, Dancing.

Supper for each evening was hosted at different locations. We were picked up by Mercedes Benz Vitos because the chalets were a good couple of kilometres away. Upon arrival, we were handed glasses of sherry to warm us up. We were lucky this year in that winter set in a week late and so we were able to dance in t-shirts. The decor was beyond expectation. The colours were rich and vibrant; the fires were warm and enchanting. The overall ambiance of the venues were superb.

There was an over abundance of delicious, tantalising food. I am ashamed to admit I porked out majorly. I literally stuffed myself with everything: chicken/lamb kebabs, potato wedges, assorted salads, prawn-thingies, mealies, and cheese-cake for dessert. I reckon I packed on 3 kgs this past week… oh well, c’est la vie.

I got back to my room at around 11pm – early, I know… but considering that I got up at 3:30am and had already danced for four hours, I was surprised I persevered that long. I shared a room with my friend Bianca, the coolest roomie ever! She managed to stuff a bottle of vodka and a bottle of wine in her luggage, and carried her 21 kg bag all by herself. ;) Our rooms are pretty luxurious. We missed out on the underfloor heating (only certain chalets had those) but we comforted ourselves with our electric blankies <3

(To be continued)

Week Two

Posted: February 13, 2012 in work
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I’ve been wanting to update my blog (really) – and I wish I have an excuse for not doing so… but in truth, I’ve just been a lazy bum spending my lonely nights vegetating in front of the TV. Even though work has been fairly chilled, I still feel exhausted when I get home – and I haven’t even clocked any over time yet!

I’m only starting on my first client next week so I’ve been “idling” at the office – which is a pretty bad reflection on my efficiency. They’ve been keeping me (and the rest of the idlers) busy with WBLs (web-based learning – pronounced “weebles”) and visits to the Beautiful Gates orphanage where we help the children with reading and homework (part of EY’s Corporate Social Responsibility programme).

I must admit, when I first found out about the orphanage, I immediately thought of Annie – the Musical. I’m not great with children so the idea of spending the afternoons at the orphanage was less than appealing, especially if there was going to be vomit and poop involvement. Getting there should have been fairly straight-forward if it wasn’t for the detour. We wanted to buy Fizzers for the kids but nobody knew where the supermarket was. We ended up driving on the narrow, windey streets of the townships, and painfully realized: people from townships cannot give directions – much like Asians. You’d think that being a township and all there would be very little traffic so we could stop and ask – But noooo. The minute we stopped, cars would come from all directions and even the donkeys looked less than happy to see the pile of congestion. We were tempted to buy 50 lollipops from one of many “Spaza Cash Shops” in the area but a hand-written receipt probably wouldn’t suffice.

The orphanage itself was surprisingly nice. The facilities were spacious and well run, with 24 children aged 3 upwards. Three of them were living with HIV and were given ARVs every day from the medicine dispensary. Some had TB and it was exceptionally sad to witness a little girl trying to read and having to stop after every few words due to going into a coughing fit. The following afternoon, they had a birthday celebration for two of the boys, one of whom was deaf. It truly was heart breaking because he couldn’t participate in any of the singing and dancing.

The two afternoons at the orphanage have given me a sense of appreciativeness that I never would have gotten if I were at a client. I wish I had my camera with me so I could take pictures of all the kids who were *beyond* adorable. I *know* I am lucky in a lot of ways but it’s nice to be reminded once in a while of just *how* lucky I am. Even though they’re being cared for by wonderful facilitators, their level of educational knowledge is still underpar. Those kids at the orphange will never have the same opportunities and luxuries that I got growing up. In a way, I’m glad I got to visit them before I start with client work, because now I’m more motivated to do the best I can and not let my circumstances bog me down.

KIDDING!

I started my articles this week. You might be wondering why I’m not buried waist deep in donkey work – the truth is, none has been assigned to me. I spent the morning doing admin related things. Being part of a global organisation meant a tonne of conformity. I had to complete online courses the values of which were unclear to me but hey, at least they count towards my learning hours.

I’m sure the slavery will start soon enough so it’s best to enjoy the idle time while I still have it. The firm is pretty neat and everyone seems friendly enough. The atmosphere isn’t too claustrophobic and there are surprisingly few “suits” here. Even though the dress code is not as strict as some of the other Big Four firms, I still struggle to string together an outfit. Today I’m wearing a shirt that is pretty low-cut, but no-one has said anything. Must be my lack of cleavage – I knew it would come in handy one day!

One of the great things about E&Y Cape Town is that we don’t have to choose a sector. We are not confined to one industry and thus, we get a lot more exposure in terms of variety and variability. I’ve been allocated to Engen (Oil & Gas), Truworths (Retail), and UCT (Education) – which are completely different to each other. I hope the provisional planning doesn’t change because I am really happy with my clients. *fingers crossed*

In unrelated news: I’ve been driving my car for a couple of weeks now and it has already accumulated a few scratches and bruises. Nothing major though! I still struggle with the gears sometimes (such as pulling off on an incline in second gear, or putting it in third instead of fifth). But I’m still alive, so all is well in noob-ville.